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Mega Millions: Why The F@#% Do I Even Play?

Mega Millions: Why The F@#% Do I Even Play?

I purchase a Mega Millions ticket now and again but when the jackpot grows to vast proportions, I make sure I purchase a ticket. Why? Because I want that money!
Here's the thing: the chances at hitting the jackpot are slim to none. If you want the depressing facts, as of 2013 your chances of hitting it big were 1 in 175 MILLION. So when you do hit the jackpot, just know you have a buck for every other person that played and lost to your lucky arse.
So why do I keep playing the lottery? No, I'm not some gambling addicted fool. I play because I can't win if I don't. Wait... I do sound like a gambling addicted fool. Well the truth is that while the odds are not in my favor and I am getting my financial Hunger Games on whenever I purchase a ticket, I'm aware that there is zero of chance of winning if I don't play at all.
The lottery gives someone a dream they can actually pursue with one or two bucks. How aggressive someone decides to pursue that is entirely up to them. Some people spend hundreds a month trying to hit it big while others fork over a buck once in a blue moon when the jackpot grows to vast proportions. Some offices create pools so that they can increase their odds of winning while others go solo and take their chances with $20 and hope.
I will readily admit that my desire to win the lottery stems from a deep dissatisfaction with my lifestyle. I want to be able to travel without planning years in advance for it. I want to be able to pay off my house and fix all of the things that are horribly wrong with it from buckling wood laminate flooring to a roof that is on it's last shingle. I also want to put my kids in extra curricular activities without having to choose to pay the cable or let my kid take karate. If it sounds like my finances are a balancing act, congratulations. You figured it out. My finances are a balancing act because I live in the expensive state of Maryland in an expensive county surrounded by a demographic of married people and I am a single mother of two. The Jones's are in a Mercedes and I'm on roller blades. Keeping up is beyond difficult. However, what else am I to do? NOT give my kids the education they deserve?  Not give my family a safe neighborhood? I bust my backside each day to give my kids things that they ought to have. I'm not giving them vacations in the Hamptons. I'm not fighting for horseback riding lessons. I work hard just to give them a good education and safe environment.
So the next time you see a curvy nappy haired diva slapping a buck on the counter of your local 7 Eleven, just know she is trying everything she possibly can to make life a bit better.

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